Clink. Clink. Clink.

My chains rattle and the damp cell echoes my every footstep.

Here, in the darkness, I am alone with only my thoughts to keep me company,

Outside, I hear the distant sound of laughter.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Laughter?

What even is laughter anymore?

It’s like a long-forgotten melody, one that will forever remain forgotten.

Clink. Drip. Clink.

In my world,

It’s almost as if the sun never rises,

And the night never ends,

Drip. Drip. Clink.

I am the dirt of this world,

dirty, forgotten, unwanted,

and useless.

Drip. Clink. Drip.

Meanwhile, they’re the gentle breeze I never became,

Carefree, playful, and immature,

The complete opposite of me.

Clink. Clink. Clang.

I will never feel the gentle breeze against my skin,

nor will the sun rise,

or the night end,

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I will forever remain dirt,

useless, unclean,

unwanted.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

Although dirt helps plants grow,

and blossom,

but I will never be fertile. Not like them.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

Clink. Clink. Clang.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

Bang!

Clang..

Clang…

...Thud.